On the deck, Fang Shuwen gazed into the distance. Luo Shuqing, Zuo Xuan, Zuo Hong, and Zhou Zhengze stood behind him, waiting quietly.
Daoist Wuyi, however, was looking at the thin mist rising from the sea. He shaded his eyes with a hand and squinted, saying:
"This is Black Island?"
After speaking, he turned back to look at Fang Shuwen.
"What's the plan?"
Fang Shuwen shot the undignified old Daoist a glance but ignored him, asking Zuo Xuan instead:
"From our current position, can they spot us?"
With his eyesight, everything on Black Island was perfectly clear across the vast, open sea.
Zuo Xuan said:
"Normally, they shouldn't be able to spot us. Besides, the Celestial Lord has blessed us today with a thin mist over the sea.
"As long as no one is specifically searching in this direction, a casual scan won't reveal us."
Hearing this, Fang Shuwen glanced at the sky. It wouldn't be long before nightfall. He gave his orders in a low voice:
"Then we'll make our move after dark.
